The Sailor’s Lover – Poem by P Chatelain


The Sailor’s Lover

She climbed the humid, water-beaten coastline
As she did every Thursday
When the fishermen came in to trade the week’s catch to the morning vendor.

Her eyes fixated on the pale clouds,
She signs and whispers a prayer,
“Fifty-two days, let this be the one, my Lord.”

Below, a docking ship offloads her bronzen sailor,
Who kisses the waterspat dock
While shaking his sea-legs.

She smiled for the first time in two months,
And let out an exuberant call to her wandered lover.

He motioned toward the coast,
Where from below,
A young woman with-child ran to meet him.

A solid, crystalline tear falls
Onto the moist rock.

Author: Mr. Phillipe

Phillipe Martin Chatelain / @uptownvoice / Phillipe is the Managing Editor of In Parentheses. He is a poet from New York City with a Masters Degree in Poetry from The New School. He writes as someone in the tradition of the urban troubadour or the flaneur–wandering, taking notes. He believes that poetry of our generation has taken on a much more digital definition. Furthermore, it is important for New Modernist writers like those exhibited in In Parentheses Literary Magazine to assume the forms of media available in order to carry on the history of Sublime Art. His series taking shots alone was self-published in 2012-2015. The self-published collection FACETS (2019) is now available.

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